She's currently staring on her laptop screen its almost 3AM and she didn't even start to write a single word. It's been like this for days and she badly needed write something for her article.
She is currently in a Coffee Shop near her apartment building waiting for something that might strike inspiration.
"It's already your third coffee. Nothing yet?"
She looked up to him and replied "Nope.All I'm just getting here is palpitations."
She's been friends with the owner for some quite time now. He knows that she's writer and she always stays at his coffee shop everytime she wanted to write something.
She heard him chuckle.
"I'm not kidding. Palpitations is all I've got."
"I know. I can see it." he said and take the vacant seat in front of her.
"Why can't I just write something? I need to write something."
"What do you usually do when you're experiencing writer's block?" he asked.
"Uhmm I don't know. Go out side? Watch a movie that I love? Drink coffee? Music?"
There is a panic tone in her voice and she wasn't sure if it's the coffee or just her.
She.Just. Need.To.Freaking.Write.Something.
He squinted his eyes like he's thinking something panic and palpitations aside he kinda looks adorable. Maybe it's the coffee or her sleep deprived self but he looks good without his apron and with just his casual clothes. There is no denying it he really is an attractive man maybe that is one of the reason besides the freshly baked pastries and coffee that his coffee shop is always packed with women.
"And I guess you did all that already?"
"Ya think?"
"Right. Why don't you write about christmas? Besides it's 8 days left before christmas."
She thought about it like a thousand times but she's stuck ,delete a paragraph, rewrite it again and delete it once more until all she can see was a blank document.
"I've already thought about it but I don't know what to write. "
Placing his elbows on the table he smiled.
Like seriously her sleep deprived self can't just help but appreciate the image of this man in front of her. She really need some sleep because it's getting weirder and weirder.
"Let me tell you about what I see here everyday before Christmas."
That caught her attention.
"You see, everyone here that went to my coffee shop has a story especially when the Christmas is near you will see it more."
"What do you mean by that?" she asked in confusion.
"As you know there is a church near here and every 4 A.M there is a mass.After mass there a people that come here to get their daily coffee."
And she still doesn't get his point. She sips her coffee and maybe she'll be able to get his point.
"Some people stay ,hang out for bit and some just get their orders and go."
"Okay.I really don't get your point."
He leaned closer and now her sleep deprived self can smell his cologne. Oh goodness this is not good.
"Why don't you write about their story?"
"Write their story? You mean ask them one by one one why they went to your coffee shop after the mass ?"
"No,you silly sleep deprived coffee addict." she rolled her eyes with his answer.
"What I meant was you observe them.I'm telling you , you will know a lot about them by just observing especially with Christmas Spirit."
It is not actually a bad idea.
"Write their story. Write 8 stories about them before Christmas."